Twinkle twinkle little... star...
How I wonder what... you... are...
Up above the world so... high...
Like a diamond in the... sky...
When the blazing sun is... gone...
When the nothing shines upon...
Then you show your little light
Twinkle twinkle all the... night
Then the trav'ler in the dark
Thanks you for your little spark
He could not see which way to... go...
If you did not... twinkle... so...
When the blazing sun is... gone...
When the nothing shines upon...
Though I know not what you... are...
Twinkle, twinkle little... star...
—Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, full version, Dead Space. The cadence has been reproduced as faithfully as it can get without sound.
My mother has killed me...
my father is eating me...
my brothers and sisters, sit under the table,
picking up my bones!
They'll bury them,
under the cold marble stones...
If you would seek the true terror in the night, throw away your library of thrillers and gothic romances and turn back to your childhood. There is no darkness quite so potent as that behind the apparently innocent nursery rhyme.